Crawl – Necrotic Fear
April 2019 – Anomalous Mind Records
Crawl is a one-man project I stumbled
upon in 2018, after the release of their split with Leviathan,
opening with the irate At the Forge of Hate, which might have been
the heaviest side on any Leviathan split ever. Necrotic Fear
continues the tradition of whipping the listener in the face with
bass strings, but for pacing's sake the album is broken up by
sinister lulls like the alcoves on the cover, providing refuge from
the wind tunnel that the other songs seem to imitate. Everything from
the art to the drums is distorted, almost feeling like a more noise
based project than a metal one, and we're in the territory of the
non-riff, where feedback and drone are how hatred are expressed.
Let's go with blackened sludge.
The opener and closer are similar in
that they both showcase a more subtly menacing approach, akin to dark
ambient, but in different ways. Paralyzed, I Awaken... is a
melancholic dirge, the soundtrack to a suicide forest with trees
bearing rotting human fruit, whereas Summoning Ixtab is a more
intense yet more drawn-out view of an open mass grave, its stench
coming in waves as the guitar swells in and out of a cranked reverb
pedal. A Broken Lich is where I finally recognized the Crawl I knew,
with the same livid screams and crushing slow pace they had on their
split. Cymbals like a pit of rattlesnakes surround the expanding
bass, both fighting for the largest sonic estate in an ominous duel
of highs and lows. Descending Further Into Cyclical Hatred follows,
building upon the negative disharmony and propelling the record into
more energetic territories, with beats you can actually solemnly nod
to. An aptly titled track, as the first and only riff appears and an
inevitable rictus draws itself onto my lips. I Desperatly Cry is the
final song that isn't ambient, and notably uses a vocal synth, as if
trying to impose discernable notes on an otherwise
harmonically-barren wasteland.
The title track and its follow-up would
serve as excellent introductions to a funeral doom record, a keyed
instrument slowly working its way through a sombre chord progression
while a cold breeze carries whispers to and from your ears, just long
enough to ascribe them to a lost soul in the distance. It's difficult
to decide whether Crawl excels more at ambient tracks than at
blackened sludge, both of which take an effective, relatively
minimalist approach to composition. Either way, Necrotic Fear is
probably the best album in its genre, whatever it may be, from this
year.
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